The happy little days of the Ye family

Taking advantage of the popularity of new pastries, Ye's father's business was pretty good, and he sold out all the pastries and roast chickens he brought early.

Moreover, these two kinds of crystal pastries go well with pear blossom wine and pear blossom wine. Father Ye sold them together and sold several kilograms of wine.

The purse around Father Ye's waist was bulging, and the copper plates and broken silver inside jingled.

Listening to this pleasant voice, Father Ye's raised corners of his mouth never dropped.

Even when I passed by Liu's Pastry Shop, which was about to open, my face was still cheerful.

Father Ye smiled happily, but the faces of the Liu family who were cleaning the shop did not look good.

People in the Liu family also couldn't understand why a good grocery store sells pastries.

When Ye's father came to the grocery store, Ye Donglin saw the smile on his face and knew that the stall's business was good today.

However, the business at the grocery store is not bad, and the pastries and roast chicken and duck brought in in the morning are almost sold out.

There were only two pieces of mung bean cake and half a roast chicken left, so I just took them back to eat at home.

There were two little kids in the shop who were reading and refused to leave. Ye Donglin didn't chase them away. The father and son arranged the items in the grocery store one by one.

As soon as the reader left, Liang Youcai and Liang Youwei came over to Ye Donglin with the copied books.

"Yes, your handwriting is getting better and better."

Ye Donglin took two stacks of copied books. Liang Youcai copied a storybook, while Liang Youwei copied a travelogue.

Ye Donglin checked the copied travel notes by himself, and handed another storybook to Ye's father beside him.

There were no major problems with the copied books, and Ye Donglin readily settled today's wages for the two brothers.

Ye Donglin agreed with the brothers that they would be paid 15 cents for copying a book, and the brothers would be paid 30 cents in total.

What they copied were relatively short stories and travel notes, and they could copy one in half a day. This job is relatively easy for them.

Scholars are noble simply because they have money.

Brothers like the Liang family, who have been running around for a living and paying for scientific examinations at a young age, are not so particular about it, and face cannot be used as money.

After the brothers received their wages, they happily picked one book from the books on the scientific examination and went back to read it.

Ye Donglin also kindly asked them to pick two more books and send them back after reading them.

"Thank you, Uncle Ye. Just take one. I'll come over and exchange for other books after reading it."

Although Liang Youcai is young, he is very sensible. Before leaving, I organized the books on the bookshelf with my brother.

Father Ye saw that the brothers were neither humble nor arrogant, and that they advanced and retreated in a measured manner, so he was very optimistic about them.

After closing the door of the grocery store, Ye's father and Ye Donglin happily drove the donkey cart home.

On the way, the father and son were discussing the new pastries launched today.

When passing by Fujia Village, Ye's father took Ye Donglin to Fang Blacksmith's house.

Blacksmith Fang is the most skilled blacksmith in several nearby villages, and his prices are fair. The father and son will come to him every time they buy iron tools.

The summer harvest will soon be over, and Father Ye plans to order a batch of farm tools and transport them to other villages for sale in a few days.

According to Ye's father's many years of experience in selling goods, people in the village need a lot of farm tools for both summer and autumn harvests, so he naturally couldn't let this opportunity pass him by.

Blacksmith Fang's blacksmith shop is at the end of the village. The blacksmith's shop is in the front and his family's residence is in the back.

In the past, the front family's house was very small. Although the blacksmithing area in the front was relatively spacious, the living area in the back was tight.

Blacksmith Fang is good at his craftsmanship and has saved a lot of money over the years. At the beginning of the year, he renovated the house.

The small courtyard in the front looks the same as before, but several more rooms have been built in the back.

As soon as the father and son entered the yard, they saw blacksmith Fang forging iron next to the stove, with two newly made sickles beside him.

The summer harvest is almost here, and many people from the neighborhood come to him to order sickles for harvesting rice.

The summer was already hot, and it was even hotter next to the stove. The ground under Blacksmith Fang's feet was wet with sweat.

Blacksmith Fang was very happy to see the Ye family and his son. These two people could be said to be big customers of the blacksmith shop.

Putting down the big hammer in his hand, Blacksmith Fang wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Boss Ye, I haven't seen you here for a long time. Do you want to order farm tools?"

Eight out of ten people who came to see him recently wanted to order farm tools.

Father Ye handed him the towel on the side, "Yes, the summer harvest is coming soon, and I want to order a batch of farm tools."

When Blacksmith Fang saw that Father Ye wanted a lot, he grinned and asked:

"No problem, how much do you want? I'll remember it first."

"25 sickles, 10 machetes, 8 hoes, 5 scissors and 5 large iron pots."

Blacksmith Fang quickly wrote down in his notebook how much iron he used and who he sold it to, and he had to report it to the government one by one.

"Okay, I made some farm tools in advance some time ago, but it's not enough."

"In about three or four days, everything you need will be ready. Come and get it then."

"Okay, I'll come and get it in a few days."

As he spoke, Father Ye took out another piece of broken silver from his arms. This was a deposit for Blacksmith Fang.

Ye Donglin thought that there were not many iron tools in the grocery store, so he also ordered a batch.

"Uncle Fang, I want three big iron pots, five sickles, hoes, machetes and scissors each."

The smile on the blacksmith's face below was even brighter.

"No problem, but I have to make these farm tools for your father first, and then make them for you. You can come and get them in 10 days."

"Okay, I'm not in a hurry here. Uncle Fang, you have to make some things for me."

"Don't worry, none of the iron tools coming out of my place are useless, otherwise you come back to me." Blacksmith Fang is very confident in what he makes.

"Of course I trust Uncle Fang. You should be busy here first while we go back first."

When the father and son saw that the sun had set at the foot of the mountain, they did not dare to delay and hurried back with the donkey cart.

Thinking that there were no carpenters in Xiaoling Village and Dashan Village, Father Ye went to Carpenter Tang's house again after returning to Taohua Village.

Father Ye ordered some common things such as barrels and basins from Carpenter Tang.

When the father and son got home, it was already dark.

Wang Chunyu was anxiously waiting for the two of them to come back at home.

It was past the usual time for the two of them to come back, but the father and son hadn't come back yet. Wang Chunyu thought that the newly made pastries would not be sold, and the longer she waited, the more anxious she became.

As soon as the father and son parked the donkey cart, Wang Chunyu, who was waiting at the door, immediately came forward.

"Why are you back so late today? Can't you sell the newly made crystal pastries?"

Ye Donglin put his arm around Wang Chunyu's shoulders and said with a smile:

"How could it be? Madam, the crystal osmanthus cake and crystal pear cake you made were sold out early."

"Then why are you back so late today?"

"It's almost summer harvest. We went to Fujia Village to order some farm tools from Blacksmith Fang, and also ordered some things from Carpenter Tang. That's why we came back late."

Knowing that the newly made pastries were selling well, Wang Chunyu felt relieved and went to the kitchen to prepare for the meal with a smile on his face.

Ye Donglin led the donkey cart to the backyard. Suddenly, a cute little dumpling ran over and hugged his calf.

"Dad~, you're back~, Xiaoqi misses you so much~"

"I miss our Xiaoqi too. Is Xiaoqi good at home?" Ye Donglin picked up the little guy.

Holding Xiao Qi's breasts in his arms, Ye Donglin felt all the fatigue disappearing from his body, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise.

Xiao Qi stretched out her white and tender chubby hands, hugged Ye Donglin's neck, looked at him with a cute face, and then said sweetly:

"Xiao Qi, be good~ Dad, give Xiao Qi a candy~"

"You little bastard, it's fake to miss daddy, but it's real to want to eat sweets."

As he spoke, he shook his arms vigorously, making Xiao Qi laugh.

"Hahaha...Feifei~, higher~, Feifei~, hahahahaha!"

"Do you miss Dad?"

"I miss my dad~ and I also want to eat Tangtang~"

The whole room was filled with the laughter of father and son.